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Wednesday, May 03, 2006

The kids had been outside playing in the sand box. A surprising fact, since I have three children and a very small sand box with very little sand in it at the moment. They decided there were too many critters outside and they all trooped in.

I wasn't paying much attention. When The Boy ratted out his siblings, I imagined some sand had accompanied their feet or perhaps they'd brought in a handful. What nobody told me and that I didn't realize until I got to the crime scene was that by sand, The Boy meant a bucket full of sand. I didn't even know we had that much sand left in the sand box, but there it was all over the kitchen. The Boy, having decided that he couldn't clean it all up, was building himself a sand castle.

Even after sweeping and vacuuming, things are just a bit grittier than usual around here.